Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.